The Lambs Dragon

A Satyr?!

The lamb groans, rubbing its temples with hooves for hands. Their yellow eyes glared down at the hurt dragon. It was obvious they had gotten into a rather rough fight- something larger? Maybe humans... The wounds were slits so it had to be something mythical..

Lilian sighed deeply with the rash thoughts they had-
'Why...' the lamb thought. Thinking they were doing the unthinkable! It was true- the lamb felt sorry for the creature. But the dragon seemed to be a bit more pleased with itself eating those freshly... Picked... Berries...

"These are tasty!" The dragon called out suddenly, causing Lilian to flinch.
"Sorry..." The dragon mumbled under its breath.
"So-" They both spoke at the same time before offering the other to speak.
"Speak your peace, dragon..." The lamb murmured. The dragons eyes looked down and nodded.

"I was attacked-"
"Obviously-"
"Will you let me speak?..." The dragon asked the lamb. Lilian nodded and dismissed themselves with a wave of a hoof.
"I was attacked by a manticore..." The dragon mumbled and groaned.
"It wasn't even that big of one! I could have snatched it by its throat- and gouged its eyes out!" The dragon growled under its breath, holding a wound on its side.

The lamb just... Stared. With rather fearful yet 'seriously?' eyes. The dragon shook its head and glanced at Lilian.
"What are you?..." The dragon asked. In a rather slight moment of pause, the lamb answered.
"A Satyr..."
"A Satyr?!" The dragons eyes widened and leaned in a bit. Causing the lamb to obviously move back.

"Really?! I heard those things went extinct! Or let alone real!"
"Are you dumb?..." The lamb stared with a blank face. This time- knowing the dragon meant no harm.
"I am going to bed..." The lamb stated, standing up while making its way to its little cottage.
"Hey-"
"What?" The lamb snapped.
"Thank you..." The dragon mumbled.

"Whatever..." Lilian would hop the little steps to the cottage, and slam the door shut behind them.
"Things?... I am no such thing!" The lamb growls under its breath, pouring a cup of warm tea for itself. The lamb sighed, sitting down. Lilian wasn't dressed- for only fur covered itself in certain areas like the chest and thigh area. Some fur resided on its forearm area, hues of blue.

The lamb looked outside from its seat, seeing the dragon afar. Simply asleep?... Whatever- as long as the lamb could sleep as well...

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